The Job Market Job seeking is just like prostitution without the sex and is probably sprinkled with more self-loathing and shame than walking the streets in a clingy red dress outside a dodgy massage parlour. Every day you have to convince yourself that someone will come along and that you will get your chance in a sort of inspirational routine that leaves you feeling as hollow and unwanted as a smashed Easter egg. You make the tea and eat your toast in pyjamas, long past the days where you used to actually put on clothes, or shower, or shave, or actually give a shit about your appearance in general. The entire day consists of checking email and trudging through the same three job websites that have updated nothing since last Thursday, before later hoping you haven’t already seen this episode of Bargain Hunt. The high point comes with an unexpected bowel movement or the telephone ringing only to find some monotone corporate zombie on the other end trying to upgrade your roof tiling for a reduced fee or sell you a biodegradable hammock. You have become disillusioned with the world and need a routine or at least someone to come along and tell you what to do with your life other than eat a multi-pack of reduced price barbecue crisps as you had planned. Your only weapon is your C.V. a piece of paper or a word document that is supposed to inform potential employers that you are fucking brilliant and not just another body that’s stumbled out of university with a certificate under their arm and unserviceable debt. They say you will get your chance and that it’s tough during the recession, but the truth is you aren’t good enough and you will never make it. You should resign to stocking shelves in Tesco, but they aren’t hiring so you are still unemployed and even the every little helps pricks don’t want you. What do you do now? 

The Job Market

Job seeking is just like prostitution without the sex and is probably sprinkled with more self-loathing and shame than walking the streets in a clingy red dress outside a dodgy massage parlour.

Every day you have to convince yourself that someone will come along and that you will get your chance in a sort of inspirational routine that leaves you feeling as hollow and unwanted as a smashed Easter egg.

You make the tea and eat your toast in pyjamas, long past the days where you used to actually put on clothes, or shower, or shave, or actually give a shit about your appearance in general.

The entire day consists of checking email and trudging through the same three job websites that have updated nothing since last Thursday, before later hoping you haven’t already seen this episode of Bargain Hunt.

The high point comes with an unexpected bowel movement or the telephone ringing only to find some monotone corporate zombie on the other end trying to upgrade your roof tiling for a reduced fee or sell you a biodegradable hammock.

You have become disillusioned with the world and need a routine or at least someone to come along and tell you what to do with your life other than eat a multi-pack of reduced price barbecue crisps as you had planned.

Your only weapon is your C.V. a piece of paper or a word document that is supposed to inform potential employers that you are fucking brilliant and not just another body that’s stumbled out of university with a certificate under their arm and unserviceable debt.

They say you will get your chance and that it’s tough during the recession, but the truth is you aren’t good enough and you will never make it. You should resign to stocking shelves in Tesco, but they aren’t hiring so you are still unemployed and even the every little helps pricks don’t want you.

What do you do now? 

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struggletown:

It’s not about money, it’s about music. For now all of our digital releases are 100% free to download. We have a bunch of free downloads remaining, when we hit those, we’ll need to charge a small fee again to build them up. If you wanna support us, check out our physical releases and shirts, or pay a minimum of £3 for our Everyday Struggle compilation. But the best thing you can do is reblog this post and show everyone else all the awesome music we have to offer you.
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people think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. dreams are real. but they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes. - neil gaiman.
“What does economic growth actually mean? It means more consumption – and consumption of a specific kind: more consumption of goods and services that are exchanged for money. That means that if people stop caring for their own children and instead pay for childcare, the economy grows. The same if people stop cooking for themselves and purchase restaurant takeaways instead. Economists say this is a good thing. After all, you wouldn’t pay for childcare or takeaway food if it weren’t of benefit to you, right? So, the more things people are paying for, the more benefits are being had. Besides, it is more efficient for one daycare centre to handle 30 children than for each family to do it themselves. That’s why we are all so much richer, happier and less busy than we were a generation ago. Right?”
“Anthropologists have studied brain scans of couples in love. The ones in the early throes of romantic love virtually dribble dopamine. Their brains, according to Dr Helen Fisher, behave exactly like someone on crack cocaine. They are obsessed and infatuated. Thankfully – for the sanity of society – couples who’ve been together for a bit calm down. Their brains bathe in oxytocin: they feel attached and secure and want to pack each other’s lunch boxes but alas, they’re unlikely to want to snog in the back of a taxi. People only started to marry for love in the late 18th century. Marriage was a strategy to form business partnerships, expand family networks, craft political ties, strengthen a labour force or pass on wealth. In aristocratic societies of the 12th century, adultery was considered a higher form of love. True love was thought impossible with a spouse. In the 16th century, the essayist Montaigne wrote that any man in love with his wife was “a man so dull no one else could love him”. It’s therefore ironic that people moralise about the demise of “old-fashioned family values” or “traditional marriage”. The true “traditional” approach to marital commitment had nothing to do with either everlasting love or exclusivity.”

The Paris Library floods, 1910
1910 Great Flood of Paris:
The 1910 Great Flood of Paris was a catastrophe in which the Seine River, carrying winter rains from its tributaries, flooded Paris, France, and several nearby communities. [read more]
Photo: Historical Library of Paris
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